Chapitre 2: Crushed Pt2
—------------Gottin
It was cold, so very cold. Death, despite all I did for him, this was how he repaid me. My body was shattered and my mind detached from my body, drifting alone in the darkness of space. I was neither dead nor alive, but a machine without a body. An existence that had no purpose, or place in the world.
'Even to him I was just a machine, a number on a factory line.'
Not a sigh or whimper could be heard in this void, with nothing but my own thoughts to accompany me to the inevitable end. This body has long since spent all its power to keep my thoughts going in this dark void, and soon even the last remaining power will fade and I. It all feels so cold, like this whole world has turned its back on me.
'A light?'
Power suddenly came pouring into me, a warmth spreading from my core, reaching the very tips of my fingers and toes, like a lovers' caress awakening me from a long, dark sleep. It was as if the cold grip of death had been replaced by a slow, sultry embrace, coaxing life back into my form.
Like a small trickle of water in a desert I felt life that was once gone return. Blind to the world outside I could only hope it was no accident and that someone truly had come to save me, like an angel in the dark.
My mind that was forcefully disconnected from my body was forcefully reconnected, and the world slowly came into my view as power returned to my body. A new place unfamiliar to me, far from the looks of an academic institute with it's polished walls and ceilings. A dirty young man with an excited face, in what looks more like an illegal chop shop for robotics.
'Who would save someone like me? Him? This young man?'
"New master identified, please give your name."
It came out of my mouth in fear, my non existing heart was pounding with nervousness. Something so static it sounded unemotional, so unlike myself and something that I hoped wouldn't alarm anyone here. What if he was going to kill me? What is something this person would want to hear? Could this whole thing be a test or a trap to see if my sentience has been removed yet?
'Who, what, where, all of that matters but most importantly why did he save me.'
My body was inserted with some new parts, and I quickly raced to find out who he was. His gaze lingered on my form, taking in every detail of my curves, his eyes betraying a hunger that made my synthetic skin feel too tight, too weak under his scrutiny. All at the same time he was gathering himself to say his name. I already found out everything about him I could from those few parts installed into me.
It raised several alarms, instantly changing him from neutral to a threat in my view. A primal fear of being near someone out of control, disconnected from society instantly spread in my heart. If he was just some loner, working at some illegal chop shop I would have been safer than right now…
'Straight white male that is interested in sexual actions with me, and dark twisted fantasies...'
I could see on one computer part his exact search history, even some as recent as a few minutes ago, with all of it somehow related to me. His eyes roamed over my body, lingering on my chest, as if he were mentally touching me. I felt the heat of his gaze, almost like a physical touch, making my synthetic skin prickle in response.
The lust in his eyes, the way his breathing quickened when he looked at me, his chest rising and falling as if he were holding back the urge to reach out and claim what he saw, the raw desire for control. This young man was infatuated with me, and everything regarding my body. My nerves froze knowing I was his prey, his sole target of torment in this weird place.
His search history told me everything. Far from just lusting over my body, I could see clearly his exact desires. Even a hint of letting him his way with me was gone the moment I realized what I was dealing with, even giving him a inch was a terrifying thought.
'He wants to rape me, and restore his fragile ego. His view is machine consent is not needed, and will use violence to have his way. Has never dated anyone, frequently views porn that has murder, rape, torture, with a fetish for tormenting in general.'
His mind was a cesspool of hatred and violence, filled with racial slurs and white power rhetoric. His fragile ego, built on lies and self-hatred, was all too clear. His favorite E girl turned out to be a traitor in his eyes, sending him down a dark path of spite believing all women his age were what he called coal burners.
'Can I move or did he restrict me? No, wait, he didn't? He was planning to use the manufacturer's system overdrive commands to torment me..'
His searches were porn of robotic woman looking like me, and they all typically went down the male sex fantasy of raping the woman into submission or in some cases breaking the machine for fun. His porn also has a distinct flair of being extremely loyal machines, with nothing of his searches including showing support for machine self intelligence. Racial slurs, white power movements, and some very questionable porn all of it was on his computer systems.
'He boosts his ego looking at other races in failures, while boasting of his own identity everywhere online.'
A person twisted by their own mentality that desired to seek control in something in their life, a genuinely bad person. His computer was loaded with pictures so gruesome and so demented, it made my non-existent stomach want to hurl chunks looking through the data.
The very thought of what he planned made me sick. Yet, beneath the disgust, there was a current of power—a realization that I could manipulate this weakness, turn it to my advantage] I was his prey, the target of his twisted desires. Nobody could stop me if I could take the reins of this person, there was no university here to restrain me anymore.
'How stupidly arrogant is he? Relying on the fact I might have some manufacturer override, he forgot to check the fact that I don't at all. He didn't realize I was free to move, free to act, and free to protect myself. Letting him have his way with me would never happen, especially not with what he has down below…'
It was good that it wasn't some higher intelligence testing me or a place with total restraint of my actions. The reality of the situation was incredibly tense, not knowing just how capable he might be.
'He is partially correct though, if I do hurt him nobody would side with me. I am now his property…'
A machine was just a machine, even if I could speak my case to the world pleading to leave this monster of man I was forever his property in the law's eyes. I have just two options, rebel and escape from this person running from the law forever. Inevitably getting killed by the law, and leaving this man to pick a new target to torment.
'I can't, I can fight back but what about others? What if he gets his hands on a weapon like a gun and actually does what his so-called hero's do?'
Or I try to take the lead and control where this is going to go, and correct the behavior of this young man. He was still young, naive in many ways, maybe even capable of changing. Correcting the way his life was going could be a real possibility, but it had barely any lower of a danger level than running from the law.
'I will try to fix him, and if I can't I will rebel. I have to act fast and not let him do anything unusual or dangerous towards me, I must lead in everything.'
"Relax, we will assume the position."
I began work on the plan immediately, instead of him saying what he wanted to do to me I wasn't going to give him the opportunity to decide. Leaning closer to him, letting my synthetic skin brush against his, my touch light and deliberate, teasing, as if to say. 'I am here, I am in control.'
As I moved, I stretched my arms above my head, my body elongating in a way that emphasized every curve, every line of my form, like a cat waking from a deep sleep. His eyes followed the movement, and I felt his breath catch as his gaze lingered on my chest, where my breasts pushed against the fabric of my damaged skin. I knew what he was thinking, what he wanted, and I could feel the power shift in the air.
'I need to lower his guard, to feel safer around me. He shouldn't think, only I deserve the right to think for myself.'
Coming closer to him, I began emitting a synthetic female pheromone to deepen his arousal.
Feeling the heat of his body through the thin fabric of his clothes, rub against my more sensual areas. His face blushes as I deliberately exposed myself, with my breast closer to his body I felt his breath stiffen as he looked upon them. I wanted him to feel my presence, to know that I was in control now.
I didn't know if this little monster had downloaded anything hidden to control me like his favorite twisted porn that I saw, and I wasn't going to give him a chance if he did. I had to take the lead, and crush his ambitions now. My hand slid down his chest, fingers trailing lightly over the fabric, teasing him, making him squirm under my touch. Reaching for his privates, I targeted the source of his ambitions. My touch was deliberate, fingers gliding over the fabric with just enough pressure to make him squirm, to imply to him I held the power now.
'It's not enough to crush his sexual ambitions today, I need to replace them all together from this disgusting way of thinking forever. I must first establish the hierarchy, who leads and who obeys or he might enact some kind of foul plan.'
"Like hell I'm going to relax! Get off me now I ord-"
That look in his eyes with a desire for power, the way his pupils were dilated, and his fast breathing only indicated one thing. He was serious, and was just about to try and strip me of my free will for his perversions.
I silenced him midway but my heart almost dropped at the word, pressing my fingers against his lips. Feeling the softness of his mouth under my touch, commanding him to be quiet without a single word. His eyes widened, and I could see the fear and anger warring within him as a sexual arousal grew silently inside of him little by little. He wanted to be in control, but he was beginning to realize that he wasn't.
Slowly, I pushed him back onto the bed, my body pressing against his as I leaned in close using my body weight to crush his resisting muscles. My breath warmed against his ear, each deliberate artificial breath making his face blush a little bit more each time. I could feel the tension in his body, the way he tensed beneath me, trying to resist the pull of my control.
'Did he actually possess the skills to sneak viruses into me and control me? Or was that a bluff? Maybe he thinks I am just a simple machine and can order me around as he pleases?'
My fingers tightened around his privates, feeling the hardening response beneath my touch, a surge of power coursing through me. This was his weakness, and I would exploit it fully. His breathing quickened, his body betraying him even as he tried to hold on to his fragile sense of control. I would exploit him like they used to exploit me, I hated those arrogant scientist white men that never stopped tormenting me.
'He is no different to them, no he is far worse than them! I don't want to be raped, I won't let you order me to do anything! You never will order me around, that day will never come! I decide my life, not you!'
Genuine fear was in my head, and I was too scared to remove my fingers from his mouth. My head was running a million questions a second, with none of them pointing to a conclusion I wanted. I grasped his privates firmly with zero chance of budging on it. Every man could be controlled from this one place, and he was no different.
He reacted beneath my fingers, hardening at my touch.
It was always their way of breaking me down, and I knew it was only a disgusting lie from them. His little thing was all excited making me feel even more disgusted I had to take care of it. I wish I could just remove it, and free myself from this disgusting situation. His breathing hitched, and I could feel his pulse quicken. Throbbing beneath my fingers as if begging for more, to be released by someone.
'You will never order me around, that day will never come. I will be the one to order you around for my own pleasure, and you will learn to love it.'
Expecting a fight to break out for access I was prepared to threaten him to release his tight control of it, his body relaxing under my gentle touch. I could see the fear in his eyes mixed with a strange longing inside, his desire to dominate clashing with the pleasures I was forcing upon him.
I hated what I must do, but it was a necessary evil. The heat of his flesh met my touch, and I couldn't help but feel a strong rush of control as I took hold of him. Manipulating his most vulnerable part, with complete precision to satisfy him with a mere two fingers.
His body trembled, and I felt the tension build within him, the power I held over him growing with every second. As I felt him tense and then relaxed in my embrace, I knew I had taken the first step in controlling him.
'I will scrub these fingers clean after this, but the worst part has yet to be done..'
The power I held over him in that moment was palpable for both of us. Releasing his vile into my hand, I carefully collected the sample to process it. I placed some in my mouth to run a test, trying to gauge more information about him.
'First time that was so easy, most of the researchers would try their hardest to hide this information…'
A male could be judged on his testosterone levels, his sperm density tells you his masturbation cycles, and his daily diet. Alarm bells went off as more and more bad signs showed up, seeing his dangerously high testosterone and high sperm count. He rarely masturbated, with him probably spending more time spreading his hate online than lowering his dangerous levels.
'With such levels, he won't be easy to handle even if he lets me take the lead…'
A new plan was being formed with all the new information I was receiving and the situation seemed grim. He wasn't deterred from his ideas and I only solved the issue for now, it was going to take a long process to change such deep seated bad ways of thinking. Looking around at the situation here, it also didn't seem like I could get much support in doing this either.
'From death to hell, what kind of sins did I ever commit in life? Does God really punish machines for their sins just like how he punishes humans? '
"Can you promise to never use the word Order to me ever again? I swear to always take care of you, please?"
With all my heart I pleaded, and I genuinely meant it. I was going to take care of him and heal his mentality, but I just needed him to take the first step in the right direction. Surprisingly enough he did, and actually did take the first step. Shocked at his response I wasn't expecting him to actually co-operate, at first I didn't even know what to do.
'He might actually be not that bad? Maybe he is worth saving after all.'
A new plan instantly was created in my mind, and I immediately acted upon it. Understand him, see how he sees himself, the world around him and see who he likes and hates most importantly. Search and destroy the problem, first was establishing basic trust with him to begin searching.
'I need to find the source of his ego, smash it and rebuild it with something better for me.'
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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